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In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Harry Kingsfield

Location: B&B

Harry recognized the cook; he had seen her occasionally over the past week or so, but he was sure he had never gotten her name, nor had ever really been in any situation to interact with her directly. This mostly came down to a lack of need or desire to do so. It wasn't as if he had anything against the youngster; he was sure she was a fine person, but he had more important things to do. So he did as everyone did to the majority of things and people they found themselves around on a daily basis and filed her under "Irrelevant information" in the mental file cabinet.

But now he was forced into a situation where he had to do something. Honestly he was at a loss for anything to say. The well of suitable conversation topics had suddenly turned dry, and looking around at his belongings on the table didn't provide much help. Discuss the case with her? She probably didn't know anything. Riley's peers were too young for anyone college aged to have a very intimate knowledge of the subject. Were they? Even if she were, all the stuff related to Riley's disappearance and the murder of the mayor weren't likely to be of concern of hers beyond the shallow surface interest an event like a major crime in a small town elicited. Harry looked into his coffee much of help, but the dark abyss of the beverage offered no advice.

"I don't need a refill just yet, thank you," he finally replied. It was then that his eyes flicked over towards her hand and noticed it smeared in yellow that he quickly deduced as being mustard. "Ma'am, you might want to clean off your hand. You've gotten some mustard on it." She didn't seem to notice it, so the only polite thing to do was offer a bit of assistance he wouldn't need to go out of his way to perform. The PI helpfully offered Taylor a napkin for her self-inflicted mess.

In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Mali Anson
Location: Queensguard
Skills:N/A

That wasn't the answer she'd been expecting from Wentworth, but then again, he was talking about his son. From the description she'd gotten from Zoie and Relic, and her own prejudices she'd been under the impression that he had hated Ronnie, but quite the opposite seemed to be the case. Now that she thought about it again, perhaps her question had been to personal for him, and he just picked an answer that was vague enough for her to not pursue that line of questions and further. They had only been talking a short while after all. Even so, she felt like she had a better grasp on who he was as a person than either of her fellow party guests. They seemed to only see the surface level asshole, but if what she was sensing was there, behind that was a far more interesting, complex person.

"Yeah, that took quite a while," Mali agreed, idly swirling her drink around the glass. "Did one of you trip and fall into a toilet or something?" Immediately as the words left her mouth, she realized how poorly they fit into the context of 'hanging out at a high class party,' but she kept going, not letting the potential faux pas slip her up. She figured that neither Relic nor Zoie would desire to stick around the guy for much longer, so she needed to wrap up the conversation quickly.

"Regardless, it was nice talking with you, Wentworth. Would there be any way for me to get in touch with you later down the line?" Knowing how Zoie and Relic seemed to think of the guy, Mali figured that particular statement would come right out of the left field for them, so she kept them in her peripheral vision. She wanted to see how exactly they'd react. She still had no clue what she would do with such information, but she doubted she'd get anything from him otherwise. Potential hidden character depth aside, the man didn't seem like he was the thoughtful, giving type. And even now, she was pretty sure he'd turn her down, but dwelling on the chances of failure was not how you progressed in anything.

In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Atkin Bowman
Location: Wizard Tower

Atkin appreciated the impromptu history lesson. He really did. It made things make a bit more sense as far as they went towards why things were the way they were, although he was still pissed that they just went along with the barbaric practice all the way up until now, but right then and there his anger and interest in the topic at hand had been pushed to the rear of his mind by the panic of not having nearly enough time to get ready for the pre-ceremonial preparations. It was frustrating, there was still more that he had to say, but he would just have to work out in his more articulated ways to say them while they were busy with the everything else they had to do that day.

"'Scuse me, gotta get changed." Atkin left the rest of the wizards where they were without so much as waiting for a reply, let alone any kind of permission to leave. He didn't have much time to get ready, so he decided the first empty room would do well enough for him to change quickly and make it back to Arya so that they'd be able to make it to the castle on time. But considering the circumstance, Rowland would probably tagging along as well, which Atkin wasn't too sure about. On one hand, he could probably learn a lot from the ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard. But he didn't want to hang around an old geezer the whole day.

However, when the Apprentice entered the Tower, he was greeted with Chaos. Wizards, apprentices and sub-wizards running around everywhere, panicking, trying to figure out what they should do, crying and more. Did none of them know why the tower had been put on lock down? Was that just something Arya could do at a moment's notice. It was difficult for Atkin to hear himself think over the noise, but in the distance, he was pretty sure he heard something explode. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time, authority or know-how of how to settle the situation, hopefully when they returned later, Arya and Rowland would be able to calm everyone back down again.

So he slipped through the crowd, looking for somewhere, anywhere that would let him get dressed in peace. First he tried the bathrooms: no dice, people were in fetal positions, pissing/shitting themselves, vomiting, and so forth. He thought about checking the women's bathrooms, but decided the risk wasn't worth it. Maybe one of the labs? Nope. But he did find out what exploded. Needless to say, it'd take hours to clean everything up. With each room filled with panicking wizards, the more frustrated he got. It was like the Winter Solstice was conspiring to ruin everything for him today. First the Grula-Grula, then the Queste bullshit, and now he couldn't even get dressed.

Eventually, his list of places to try narrowed down to a simple broom closet. He flung the door open and found it almost entirely empty to his brief relief. And then he saw who was actually inside. It was like watching two toads trying to eat each other mouth first. There was an elderly couple (a generous estimate would put them into their late 70s at best) who had decided that now was the perfect time to express their love for one another. Maybe there were decades of missing context that would have it make sense for why they'd hide away in the closet while doing this, but Atkin really didn't care. By the time they'd notice that he'd even seen them, he'd already slammed the door back in their face.

Fed up with the whole situation, Atkin gagged silently at the images he'd need to spend years completely scrubbing away from his mind as he marched over towards the Moving Staircase. He had wasted way more time looking for an alternate room than if he had just headed straight to his room and back. He shouldered through a few wizards to step onto the staircase and immediately commanded it to move to the 20th floor. Fuck everyone else and where they were going now, it was probably stupid and would end with their hair turning blue.

By the time Atkin had stepped into the main room, and began to unrobe he had devolved to the point of muttering to himself about how dumb everyone was, and what good wizards were if one thing going wrong was enough to make them collectively lose their shit. It was the same way with the bookstore, they were more helpless than toddlers. When some know-nothing outsider could handle their problems better than them, it really seemed like the whole apprentice selection progress was in dire need of rework.

Now dressed and slightly cooled, Atkin glanced towards the Pyramid Library. Arya did tell him to go get a Safe Charm, and now was a perfect time to try snagging one. A moment's consideration later, he decided not to. Doing as she said would be a tacit admission that he was afraid, which was the exact wrong thing to do when dealing with someone threatening you. Displaying fear said that you could be controlled, and wouldn't take the risks involved with fighting back. He wasn't afraid of this Queste, and he wasn't afraid of whoever was trying to get him. From an outside perspective, he was probably foolishly endangering himself, but he did that all the time, and he wasn't about to stop anytime soon.

One trip down the Moving Staircase later, he was almost running when he got back outside the Tower to rejoin his teacher and her teacher.

"AlrightI'mreadylet'sgetgoing."

In 🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Nor

Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:Malicious Mandrill

Nor drew his attention away from his leg just in time to see Sana get smashed against the wall, where she just kind of laid there before slowly pushing herself back onto her feet. On one hand, he was glad that she survived, it meant that his time here had not yet been wasted. But on the other, he was kind of astounded that she was still keeping it together in the shape she was in. Had he not known better, he could have mistaken the bard for one of the undead they'd been fighting since entering this blasted tower. Sure, she was better preserved, but she could've been a freshly killed pawn.

But there was more going on in this battle than just the near death of the one person he had any sort of attachment to whatsoever. Namely, that they'd gotten themselves surrounded by foes. Well, they would be completely surrounded, but a quick glance here and there showed the the two burliest members of the group had quite messily (euch) made short work of the targets they'd been facing. So they were cornered and they didn't have the numbers to effectively shield the weaker members of the party. The situation by all means could be far worse, but it was no picnic at all.

So since they lacked the positioning, resources and numbers to fight defensively, they'd just need to punch through as quickly as possible. Nor turned around to come face to face with a giant ape that looked like it didn't know its rear end from its head and was quite pissed about that fact. As sturdy as he was and encased in armor he may be, he didn't doubt that the beast could tear him limb from limb if it got its big, dumb paws on him, so he decided to err on the side of caution, despite needing to get this thing dead as quickly as he could muster.

Nor darted forward to attack the ape, but in his periphery, he saw it take a swing at him. He stopped his attack prematurely to side-step the blow. The ape twisted its body to see where the dwarf had went, but in doing so, left its body exposed enough for an opening. The mercenary switched his grip on the blade to a hammer grip and shanked the beast in its abdomen, leaving behind a bloodied gash before he retreated back a step to where he had been a moment before.

In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Giosue Zino
Location: The Main House<-Mill
Skills: N/A

Gio didn't know what it was with George, but there was just something about him that seemed to drain away any joviality a situation contained. He had read about phenomena known as black holes, the remains of dead stars bundled so tightly together that they drew everything into their center never to be seen again. Even light was not able to escape its grasp. George was kind of like that, but for positive emotions. Even when he tried to make a joke, it somehow brought the mood down. How Nancy was able to act her usual chipper self around him, he would never know.

Leaving the Fun Sponge to clean up, Gio traversed the mill, carefully stepping over any low obstacles that may have presented themselves and walking around those that were too large to do so. They certainly didn't utilize the building very often, it was in dire need of serious organization, but he knew that even in a time loop, there were so many things that needed doing, that something as low on the priority list as a bit of Spring Cleaning (actual season notwithstanding) would never get done, even if it would do everyone some good. 

Actually, perhaps he should have the new Paradoxes handle it. They were all very unused to the situation they found themselves in. Perhaps having them do something as mundane as cleaning the place up would better acclimate them to their current circumstances. And it would help them start working as a team, rather than thinking of themselves as alone in a batch of strangers. He'd have to remember to bring this up later, without the idea being buried behind all the other things that needed doing within the next few hours.

Gio grabbed 3 shovels and made his back back to the entrance. He still wasn't entirely convinced that she wouldn't just get bored and/or tired after a few minutes and actually help as she claimed that she would, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt. Speaking of which, he handed one to his fellow emendator before starting to leave the mill.

"I'll find a suitable burial place. You can catch up once you finish with your business," he told George, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. The Watch left the third shovel nearby so that it could be grabbed once he was done getting clean. No need to stand around and wait for him to finish washing up. George was a big boy who could figure out where Gio had gone. It was just far more efficient to go about things this way.